Our Worst Enemies Here Are Not The

I Want Men To Admire Me, But That's A Trick You Learn At School--a Movement Of The Eyes, A Tone Of Voice, A Touch Of The Hand On The Shoulder Or The Head. If They Think You Admire Them, They Will Admire You Because Of Your Good Taste, And When They Admire You, You Have An Illusion For A Moment That There's Something To Admire.

Cruel Men Cry Easily At The Cinema.

We'd Forgive Most Things If We Knew The Facts.

He Was Impregnably Armored By His Good Intentions And His Ignorance.

I Had To Touch You With My Hands, I Had To Taste You With My Tongue; One Can't Love And Do Nothing.